Page 16 of Abducting the Alien

Clay’s breath came in short gasps, his hips jerking against August’s. The orgasm rolled through him in waves, each one making his slit pulse around the cock buried inside him. Slick dripped out around August’s shaft, soaking their bellies and the sheets beneath them.

“Clay—” August gasped, trying to move, but Clay’s slit was gripping him. “I can’t move.”

“Don’t fight it,” Clay whispered. “It wants you to stay there.”

It squeezed August’s thick cock in a slow rhythm, milking him, each contraction of the muscles pulling at him and drawing him deeper inside.

“Oh, God,” August said. Clay rippled around him, squeezing until August could only grind weakly against his body. “I’m gonna come. Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” Clay said. “Fill me up.”

Clay’s slit tightened one final time, August’s orgasm crashing over them both. He came hard, his cock jerking inside Clay as thick ropes of cum coated the ridges. He moaned into Clay’s neck, the warm vibrations leaving Clay happier than he’d ever felt. August collapsed, working to catch his breath, moaning softly when Clay’s slick tail removed itself from his hole and stroked his thighs.

“Holy shit,” August finally said, rubbing his forehead against his pillow. He let out a muffled groan as one final squeeze between their bodies drew a last drop from him.

Clay bit his lips between his teeth to avoid smiling too widely, grateful that his body had worked August’s so perfectly, and hopeful that August’s seed had increased their bond. He lay still for another of August’s heartbeats, savoring the warmth where their bodies were still joined.

August finally stirred, letting out a tired laugh and lifting himself just enough to slide out of Clay. The mattress dipped and cool air slipped between them, but just for a moment, because August closed the distance by draping an arm across Clay’s waist.

“I think my bones are mush,” August mumbled.

Clay laughed softly, turning his head. “Is that normal for humans?”

August smiled. “I have no idea. Never fucked an alien before.”

Clay took a moment to study August’s face as he drifted off—the long hairs around his eyes, the softness of his cheeks, the deep pink of his lips, darkened from an evening of kissing. He was beautiful. When August’s face twitched and a soft snore drifted out of him, Clay rolled out of bed to wet a cloth to clean them up like August had done the first time.

CHAPTER 5

On Clay’s final day on Earth, he woke before the sun. For a long stretch, he watched August sleep, wondering if this really was the last time they’d be sprawled out in bed together, Clay listening to August’s snores, being held tightly as he slept. After a while, the rise and fall of August’s chest became as familiar as Clay’s own breathing, and he felt his scales tighten at his impending loss.

A ghost of a smile crossed August’s face. Clay hoped the dream was pleasant—not the kind Clay predicted he’d experience after losing what they’d built the last few days.

The tow ship was expected to arrive within a few hours. He’d been tempted to wake August for a final physical expression of their affections—to have August fuck his slit again, fill him with cum, reignite his hope that things would work out. Instead, Clay stayed quiet, watching him and wishing things could be different, too afraid of what one final moment together might do to him.

He wondered how he’d messed up so badly, and how their bodies had communicated bond potential so clearly, without an easy solution to their dilemma.

While he ached at what was to come, Clay’s body warmed at the memories of the last few days in this bed. It probably would for the rest of his life. And he would forever be filled with dread when he remembered August was hundreds of thousands of miles away, never to be seen again.

Maybe it would be okay, somehow. In just a few weeks, Clay would begin his advisory position. He’d rub elbows with the planet’s most powerful elite, trusted by his country and given his choice of mates—within his parents’ circle of course.

Right now, though, lying next to August, that future wasn’t what he wanted at all, despite it being his plan since he was a small hatchling. A painful ache spread through his core when imagining giving up his career, but it did the same when he imagined giving up August.

He had to convince August to come with him. Maybe a happy future wasn’t impossible, if he could just prove it was the right choice. He shook August’s shoulder.

“Hm?” August blinked and lifted his head.

“I have a spaceship you can use. It’s a nice one. Nicer than the one I flew here.”

August woke fully and rubbed his eyes. “What?”

“Come home to Zengi with me. You can have a ship to come and go. I’ll teach you how to fly.”

August sighed and rested his head on his pillow, staring up at Clay. “I can’t, baby.”

“Why?”

“The same reason you can’t stay here. I can’t move to a new planet and leave everything behind after knowing you just a few days.”